As for work, Karen Joy Kyle had thought about it, but the premise was that she wanted to help Brother Lionel out and prepare to be the First Lady in the future.
For example, when there was an earthquake in Long Cove, she rushed to the disaster area to join the rescue team in order to help Brother Lionel get things sorted out.
All this while, she was not a person who would only do things spontaneously. What she learned from her father was that she should always plan things ahead.
No matter what she did, she knew she needed to prepare for the future, so that it would be easier for her then.
After the reconstruction work of the disaster area was carried out steadily, Karen Joy returned to Coast City. For a moment, she didn't have anything else to do, and she was so bored that she just spent her days thinking a lot.
It seemed that it was time for her to plan her future so that she could build a name for herself in this country.
If the citizens knew of her existence and when Brother Lionel announced her identity to the nation, they would know who she was.
Then, the citizens would know her and approve of her -'So it's her, she is the best candidate to be the First Lady.'
Karen Joy smiled and thought that she was wise, but she had been thinking too much recently and messed up her plan.
Karen Joy turned off the flight booking application, and she pressed on Blake White's number. "Blake, can you do me a favor?"
"Miss, please let me know." When it came to Karen Joy, Blake always treated her with utmost respect.
"It's quite cold lately and it's been snowing. Please send two batches of clothes and food to the disaster area on my behalf so that they wouldn't suffer." In Karen Joy’s opinion, the best way to leave a good impression on the people of Country A was to do good deeds.
Blake said, "Director Kevin has ordered us to send them already, and they were all sent under your name. Those supplies and food should have already arrived at the disaster area."
"My dad asked you guys to send those already?" Karen Joy was very surprised, but she soon felt that it was normal. Her father had always been like this.
She remembered that all this while, her father had done a lot of things for her in secret.
If she didn't think about it, she might never know that her father had done it for her discreetly.
"Yes," Blake said with certainty.
"I see." Karen Joy hung up the phone and immediately dialed her father's phone. She had to thank her father for doing so many things for her silently.
[Dad, your phone is ringing. Guess who's calling?]
Kevin Kyle was reading a document and Karen Daly stood behind him and massaged the pressure points on his head. Suddenly, Karen Joy's soft voice came from the phone on the side of the desk.
Hearing his daughter's voice, Karen stopped what she was doing and smiled at her husband, "Director Kevin, your little sweetie is calling."
Kevin put down the document in his hand, and he grabbed Karen's hand hard. He pulled her into his arms and said, "What's wrong? Are you so petty that you are even jealous of your own daughter?"
Karen rolled her eyes at him and pushed him away. "Who's jealous of our daughter? Stop fooling around. Hurry up and answer the phone. Don't let our baby wait for too long."
Kevin hugged her tightly and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. "Karen, in my heart, you are always my priority."
Karen just glared at him.
She couldn't understand him sometimes.
Recently, he would say sentimental things to her from time to time, and she really couldn't stand it sometimes.
Was it true that the older a man gets, the better they would get at coaxing their woman?
Kevin let out a subtle smile and asked again, "Do you know that?"
Karen rolled her eyes at him again. "Director Kevin, you really don't want to answer our daughter's phone call? If she ignores you later, don't regret it."
Kevin insisted, "Do you know what I said just now?"
There was no way to deal with this stubborn man. Karen simply nodded and said, "Yes, Director Kevin, I know what you said."
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